This year's Halmark Hell is summed up in the form of tap dancing snow globes. If they're all attached to each other they dance together and the music plays in sync. If they're not attached, they play 3 songs at once with little tap dancing feet clicking in the background. Add that to the fact that B likes to push them all and then sing "hap bird day tooo oo" while she's listening to this blob of music and sound... yes. I said blob. I can't think. Language is completely escaping me.
I... can't... think. My head is going to explode. Why deal with it G? Just take the batteries out of them... I can't. I mean, I could, I have the skills and all, but, I can't take it either way. B was devastated when the sledding dog/penguin/snowman "broke". (it's called an OFF SWITCH)
"It boke? Boke mommy? Boke? Mommy? Mommy? Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-mmeeee? Boke?" Which is worse? Tap dancing critters, or a screaming toddler?
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And the gifter has just NOW made it onto your naughty list? You have a high tolerance for pain, apparently.
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